Hi friends
Today we sit on a bench and rest, but how not to look at the sky when it is so beautiful, we have all kinds of clouds and the view is lost in the sky.
With them our mind travels to distant places full of fantasy.
The sky is intense blue it is 4 in the afternoon on a spring day.
Your face rises to the sky so that the sun touches your face and your eyes close at that moment when the heat reaches your face
But it is a second your eyes open and there you have the sky as a painting.
The head tells you that the wind is blowing in the heights, but the imagination tells otherwise.
Someone has started painting it white with fan brushes and the clouds are ripped into soft veils with slow, delicate movements.
Sometimes the color changes and the gray kicks in, with a broad brush and angry movements turning the cloud into something that threatens good weather.
You are left wondering who the painter will be and what he feels, since to my simple observer he seems beautiful, like the chaos of our lives that in a moment everything fits, the tranquility, the insecurity and of course the beauty.
Everything in the same shot, but only for a second, when you blink the sky changes and what you thought was a clear day becomes a chaos of white and gray, like life itself.
This is a moment of heaven, that sky that we look at so many times a day.
When we wake up to see what the day holds for us.
When the day gets dark you also look at him to see if he is very angry.
When it is all gray our mood also becomes monochrome.
Before going to bed you also look at it, to see if it rains or there are stars and what day it can do when you wake up.
Almost always silent, but always full of promise and fantasy.
All the photographs are taken at the same moment on the bench where I sat so that the sun caressed my body.
Canon PowerShot SX730 HS
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